I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

"Peak of the eighth rank?"

Lu Changming looked down at Monsa, the crimson firelight reflected deep in his pupils.

Three months ago, when faced with such a monster, he would have first assessed the Tianyun Prefecture's defensive capabilities and calculated the evacuation time.

They calculated whether their actions would provoke retaliation from a higher-level alien race.

He will have many concerns.

The lives and deaths of tens of millions of people in Tianyun Prefecture, the responsibilities of the Zhentian Tower, the attitude of the Dragon Kingdom's high-ranking officials, and the overall situation on the battlefield.

But now.

These distracting thoughts seemed to have been completely burned away by the source of the fire element within his body.

Lu Changming felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

After breaking through to the eighth rank, he truly felt for the first time that a high-level martial artist is never someone who crawls forward on their knees carrying all the shackles.

Instead, he stands between heaven and earth, and whoever dares to reach out, he will burn their hand to ashes.

"Eighth-tier peak, not ninth-tier."

Lu Changming raised his right hand.

On his palm, a crimson fire lotus the size of a palm slowly rotated.

The Fire Lotus has nine petals, each of which seems to be compressed from countless tiny laws. Instead of the flickering of ordinary flames, it presents a solidified texture that is almost crystalline.

Inside the Fengcheng command center, Zhang Yue watched the data on the monitoring screen climb wildly, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"The temperature within a 30-kilometer radius is soaring."

In their thermal imaging, Lu Changming is no longer a person, but a stable, burning red star.

As he stood there, the power of heaven and earth within several kilometers around him all shifted towards the fire attribute.

Water vapor evaporates, ice crystals vaporize, and metals soften.

This is the eighth order.

After condensing the origin of the laws, martial artists no longer merely use power, but rather use their own origin of the laws to influence the external world.

"Playing tricks!"

Monsa let out a hoarse roar.

His three-meter-diameter fleshy heart in his chest suddenly contracted.

Boom!

A purplish-black blood-corruption field exploded outwards from him, like an inverted deep sea, forcibly tearing a gap in the sea of ​​fire in mid-air.

This power is not pure bloodlust.

It contains the penetrating power of the eighth-grade spiritual energy of the Purple Spirit Clan, like thousands of red-hot steel needles, specifically designed to pierce into the sea of ​​consciousness of living beings.

Monza's deformed, twenty-meter-tall body disappeared once again.

Five times the speed of sound!

The enormous body broke the sound barrier, and the air was compressed into a visible white cone-shaped impact shield.

The initial reaction force alone blasted a circular crater into the ground.

The flesh and blood body at the peak of the eighth rank is itself the most terrifying weapon.

The right arm, formed by a mechanical skeleton intertwined with flesh and fascia, was covered with dense, purplish-black runes. The laws of blood and the pollution field overlapped, forming a spiraling blood spear thirty meters long.

"Die!"

The moment the blood spear pierced through, the air a kilometer in front of it was instantly sucked out.

On both sides of the vacuum passage, rubble, debris, and abandoned puppets were all swept into the air by the violent air pressure and then shattered into powder in the blood soul force field.

Lu Changming did not back down.

He gently clenched his right hand.

The crimson fire lotus suddenly expanded.

A petal of fire lotus flew out, transforming into a flaming wheel a hundred meters in diameter as it faced the wind.

Intricate patterns of laws appeared on the surface of the wheel, like a red millstone in motion, forcibly pressing the power of the surrounding world into its orbit.

The blood spear collided with the flaming wheel.

There was a moment of silence.

Immediately afterwards, the two laws of purplish-black and crimson clashed wildly at the point of contact, and space seemed to be twisted into a pretzel by two invisible giant hands, with dark cracks appearing one after another.

boom--!!!

The belated explosion shattered the sky.

A circular shockwave with a diameter of over three kilometers swept across the wilderness.

The Wind City shield flickered violently once again.

The blood-machine symbiotes and warriors of the Broken Army Division who were fighting below were blown away in large numbers by the aftershock.

A heavily armored fortress weighing sixty tons was propelled by the shockwave, sliding more than two hundred meters across the ground, its tracks sparking red embers.

The flaming wheel shattered.

Lu Changming took three steps back.

Each step created a crimson ripple in the void.

Monsa was jolted and his body froze, a large patch of flesh on the outside of his right arm charred black.

As soon as the charred area appeared, countless granulation tissues emerged from the depths of the wound, attempting to regenerate.

But Lu Changming's flames did not go out.

The crimson flames, like maggots clinging to bones, continued to burn along the lines of Monsa's flesh.

"Law-based burning?"

With a roar, Monsa's five tentacles on his left arm suddenly wrapped around his right arm, tearing off nearly two tons of charred flesh and blood, and flinging it to the ground along with a section of internal mechanical skeleton.

The flesh and blood that were thrown off turned to ashes in mid-air before they even hit the ground.

Lu Changming's eyes remained calm.

really.

The foundation of an eighth-tier peak cultivator is too solid.

He condensed a perfect fire source by relying on Shen Tian's law fruit, and his combat power far exceeded that of ordinary early-stage eighth-rank, and could even overpower many mid-stage eighth-rank.

But the level of power in the world is there.

Peak of the eighth rank, only one step away from the ninth rank.

"Again."

Lu Changming spoke softly.

He clasped his hands together.

The crimson sea of ​​fire hanging upside down behind them suddenly churned up.

Nine fiery chains descended from the sea of ​​fire, each ten meters thick, their surfaces flowing with golden-red law patterns, like nine divine chains drawn from the depths of the sun.

The chains stretched across several kilometers of void, instantly wrapping around Monsa's limbs, torso, and heart.

Monsa's eyes turned bright red.

Hundreds of tentacles behind him simultaneously swelled, transforming into a forest of purplish-black tentacles.

Each of these tentacles carried a thick, bloodthirsty aura, and when they lashed through the air, even the sound became a sharp, piercing howl of the soul.

Two forces collide at high altitude.

The fiery chains burned the tentacles to ashes, and the purplish-black tentacles then corroded the chains with their contamination.

With each collision, a shower of fire and black blood rained down from the sky.

The fire rained down, instantly melting the wasteland into glass.

When the black blood hits the ground, it corrodes and creates purplish-black pits tens of meters deep, from which twisted, blood-red fleshy buds grow.

"Lord Lu..."

Li Haoran looked up at the high-level battle that covered half the sky, his chest heaving violently.

In the eyes of a third-tier martial artist, an eighth-tier martial artist is no longer a concept of individual combat strength.

That was a source of disaster capable of rewriting the world and causing an acropolis to disappear from the map in minutes.

Wang Kai swallowed a mouthful of blood and managed a weak laugh.

"Clear these iron lumps in front of us first, so the lord isn't distracted!"

High in the sky, Monsa suddenly let out a sharp shriek.

The eighth-grade spiritual power erupted in full force.

A purplish-black eyeball, a kilometer in diameter, opened behind him.

Inside the eyeball, countless spiritual patterns rotated like living things, forming a mental prison.

Even after becoming a Blood Demon, he can still use the Purple Spirit Clan's secret techniques!

"The Divine Court of Ten Thousand Puppets!"

In an instant, thousands of the remaining Blood Machine Symbiotes on the battlefield raised their heads simultaneously.

Their cores were illuminated by a purplish-black light, and the remaining spiritual imprints within their bodies were forcibly taken over by Monsa.

These symbiotes no longer fight individually, but instead, like parts controlled by the same brain, quickly form a massive battle formation.

Thousands of crimson energy beams rose from the ground and converged on Monsa in mid-air.

His breath rose again.

The fleshy heart on its chest swelled to five meters in size, and even distorted human faces grew on the surface of the heart.

"Lu Changming, what are you going to use to stall me?"

Monsa's voice was filled with thousands of accents.

"I have an entire legion to power me, a Blood Demon body with infinite regeneration, and the peak of the eighth rank! You, a mere early-stage eighth rank cultivator, what makes you think you can stand before me?!"

Lu Changming glanced down at Fengcheng below.

The warriors of the Po Jun Division are still fighting.

Those young faces showed no sign of retreat, only a fierce determination forged in blood and gunpowder.

Lu Changming suddenly remembered the way Shen Tian left the ring before he left.

The rear is now in your hands.

Lu Changming felt that those words were very heavy at the time.

Now I feel it's not that heavy.

Isn't it just about risking your life?

He has guarded the Heavenly Fortune Palace for so many years in his life, he can't possibly be more afraid of death than when he was young after reaching the eighth level.

"On what grounds?"

Lu Changming raised his arms, and the source of the Fire Law within his body shone brightly.

It was a crimson-gold flame seed floating deep within the dantian.

The embers were pure and crystal clear, and it seemed as if a complete world of flames was being nurtured inside.

This is the foundation brought about by Shen Tian's Law Fruit.

The near-perfect origin of laws.

Lu Changming pushed his palms outwards.

All the flames in the world instantly contracted.

The inverted sea of ​​fire, the nine chains, and the rain of fire were all pressed back into his palm at this moment.

A crimson-gold fireball, no more than one meter in diameter, took shape.

One hundred thousand degrees.

300,000 degrees.

The sky was bathed in a crimson-gold hue.

Lu Changming's hair flew wildly in the raging heat, but his face remained frighteningly calm.

Monsa sensed a threat; it was no ordinary flame.

That was a star compressed from the perfect source of fire.

"madman!"

Monsa roared, and the purplish-black eye-shaped phantom behind him contracted, forcibly draining the core energy of thousands of blood-machine symbiotes.

A blood-red puppet phantom, hundreds of meters tall, took shape around him.

The puppet spread its six arms, each wielding a giant blade formed from the corruption of blood and soul.

"Blood God of Ten Thousand Puppets, Slay!"

Six giant blades slashed down simultaneously.

The space was cut open by six pitch-black cracks.

Lu Changming carried the crimson fireball and went to meet it.

The moment the two collided, the entire world fell silent.

Inside and outside Wind City, everyone's ears were completely blank.

The crimson-gold light engulfed the purplish-black blood shadow.

Immediately afterwards, the six pitch-black cracks were filled with flames, like six burning streaks hanging across the sky.

Monza's massive body was thrown backward from the explosion's epicenter, crashing through three barren mountains and carving a molten trench over ten kilometers long along its path.

Lu Changming also fell from the sky, his right arm was a bloody mess, and half of his robe was tainted and corroded into ash by the blood soul.

He stopped abruptly a hundred meters above the ground, coughing up a mouthful of hot blood.

The blood, the moment it left the mouth, turned into crimson sparks.

Monsa rose from the distant ruins.

His enormous heart was burned through, leaving a hole two meters in diameter, with flames still burning at the edge of the hole.

But the next second, the purplish-black flesh began to writhe wildly, filling the wound once again.